My Blind Husband

Chapter 1017 Ian’s Requests 

Unfortunately, their shared history still eluded her. Steeling herself, Cherise took a deep breath and opened the email marked ‘lan’s requests.’ The contents within made Cherise’s jaw drop in shock. The email starkly outlined lan’s demands.

In addition to the initial two million, lan had reconsidered his stance. He gathered that returning to Shawbury to help Cherise recover her memory would be a prolonged endeavor. Hence, he requested an additional three million from Damien, bringing the total to five million.

Another one of lan’s requests conveyed his desire to procure a residence in Shawbury, expressing discomfort with the prospect of an extended hotel stay upon his return to the town. He believed having a place to call home during his stay was equitable.

lan also asserted that he couldn't forget Damien’s past actions. Despite a prior verbal apology from post of no Damien, lan deemed it insufficient. He insisted that Damien compose a lengthy Twitter fewer than 500 words on his personal account, affirming lan’s virtuous character and acknowledging his past transgressions.

Perched in Damien’s chair, Cherise squinted at the words on the screen, her eyes burning as she rubbed them vigorously. Doubt gnawed at her. She thought that she had misinterpreted the email.

Unaware of Damien’s past misdeeds that had provoked lan’s demand for an apology, Cherise remained steadfast in her belief that even if Damien had indeed wronged lan... Damien had requested that lan join her on the journey back to Shawbury to jog her memory. lan’s requests seemed utterly absurd. The lan in the email appeared to be opportunistic and solely driven by self- interest.

Yet, the lan embedded in her memory was the epitome of nobility and integrity. He was the very pride of Shawbury High, the embodiment of inspiration. lan was a boy who had commanded the admiration of all the girls in school. Before her SATS, he had generously provided her with old study materials, words of encouragement, and heartfelt smiles.

Despite her efforts, Cherise couldn’t reconcile the lan described in the email with the one etched in her memories. As she was feeling perplexed, the ringing of Damien's phone interrupted the silence again.

“Mr. Lenoir, lan is causing a scene at the hotel and insists on your immediate agreement to his terms.” It was a call from someone named “Otto Walkins.” “Otherwise, he’s threatening to besmirch your reputation in Mrs. Lenoir’s presence.”

“lan asserts that Mrs. Lenoir only recalls him now and will undeniably believe whatever he says.” There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Otto continued, “Should you reject his demands, he'll approach Sebastian. Consequently, Mrs. Lenoir will have a low regard for you. He maintains that someone as intelligent as him can concoct a detailed array of lies to sow resentment and discord towards you in your wife.”

Cherise’s grip on the phone tightened as she struggled to absorb the shocking revelation. After a momentary pause to compose herself, she steadied her voice. “Did... lan really say that?” she inquired, her tone laced with disbelief.

Otto was momentarily silenced by Cherise’s gentle inquiry. After some time, his voice deepened. “Are you Mrs. Lenoir?” he countered.

Cherise pursed her lips. “Yes, | am,” she answered firmly.

“Where’s Mr. Lenoir?” Otto pressed.

“He’s resting,” Cherise replied tersely.

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Cherise drew in a deep breath, her voice resolute. “I'll take care of everything on his behalf today.” On the other end of the line, Otto remained silent for a prolonged moment, visibly taken aback. “Um...”

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